Layla's Destined Lover
Layla stood up straight, her feet pressing against the ground and her perspective shifting made her realize…
She had recovered, she had transformed back!
She quickly ran to a small pond nearby. Flickering sunlight filtered through the gaps in the dark canopy, reflecting on the water's surface. Her beautiful reflection was clear in her eyes.
A young woman with long black hair flowing down her pale shoulders. Her deep blue eyes, as clear as the sky, hid a familiar sharpness. Her lush red lips seemed to whisper a seductive invitation.
This was her, Layla of the West.
But she was even more beautiful now than when she was in the West. Could it be because Bridget had taken good care of her? She wo